You didn’t need to be a fortune teller to work out what Granda was thinking. Eyes windows of the soul, but eyebrows garbed like two grey squirrel...
A tale of two hands
Robert drove in past the gate to his house. His house was in full darkness apart of...
I have fallen in love with a city
Where marble and stone worn thin by time
Chant beyond the temples and tombs
Everyone is having
a jolly good time
at the fête.
The kids are playing
on the swings,
Follow Emily as she discovers something horrific hiding in her house and must use her wits to save her friends and escape her nightmare...
Oh Saint Christopher,
you herculean wolf-headed protector
and legendary healer of the sick
I know, that...
Repost due to getting stuck in an infinite loop...very disconcerting for bears. Also edited – and thank you to Bee for your comment on the original post.
What wonderful weather it was on that weekend, it was so nice after the long drawn out winter, which probably seemed all the longer than it was because we had had no summer the previous year to speak of.
I came back to find my feet,
to try again
I brought with me a message,
which I dropped